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Trey, a time-striding demigod, spends his life skipping through the human timeline and reuniting couples torn apart by evil forces. Sworn to chastity, sworn to protect those he serves, Trey's own desires must never be expressed.

But on a mission to the Summer of Love, Trey meets Sage, a free spirit with a broken heart, and Russ, a scarred POW with a broken mind. His mission is to reunite Sage and Russ. But passion claims them, and their love triggers a destruction and chaos unmatched by any evil. By rights, Trey should be executed for breaking his vows.

Instead, he is sentenced to a new kind of servitude. With his chastity no longer an issue, he must find broken human couples and heal them sexually. Only after healing these broken bonds of love will Trey heal the broken human timeline. Only after reuniting these predestined pairs through his physical love will Trey be reunited with Sage.

Watch each month for a new "Three Kinds of Wicked" release, starting in July 2009, from Red Sage Publishing. The first story in the series, "Wicked Temptation," unleashes the dangerous passion between Trey, Sage, and Russ. Each following stand-alone story explores Trey's efforts to physically reunite another couple in the preordained human timeline. The series ends with "Wicked Redemption," the companion to "Wicked Temptation," which brings Trey, Russ, and Sage together again.

EXCERPT AND CHARLIE MAKES THREE • Three Kinds of Wicked

Anne twined her fingers into Trey’s thick, dark hair, her eyes sliding closed as he opened his mouth over her neck. She shivered in anticipation but there was no tension in it, only languid warmth that made her feel as if she was floating. His lips brushed the base of her throat, followed by the tip of his tongue before he gently sucked the thin skin against his teeth. Anne arched her back at the sharp, unexpected sensation. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he groaned, his arms around her waist and shoulders pulling her harder against his long, solid body.

He whispered something against her neck that sounded like, “Finally.” Before she could wonder at his word choice, he set her away from him. Anne realized he had hit his limit and let him go without protest. Trey had very old-fashioned ideas when it came to sex. Sure, he kissed her until she couldn’t remember her own name, pinned her against hard, vertical surfaces, wrapped her body around his and they rubbed against each other until she was seconds from orgasm but then he’d go straight into gentleman mode, pulling back, apologizing, begging her pardon for taking advantage.

“I brought something for you,” he said, smoothing his palm gently over her hair as he slowly backed away. “I’m going to go get it, I’ll be right back.”

Anne stood on the porch of her little rented cottage and watched as he walked down the stairs and into the dark before turning toward the ocean. The night air was a warm, gentle caress against her bare shoulders as her gaze roamed over the expanse of sand and scrub that ran right up to the foundation of her cozy little cottage. At this time of night no one was on the beach. Everyone was either in the hotel lobby having drinks, playing cards and gossiping, or tucked up in their rooms for the evening.

She rubbed her hands over her bare arms, idly wondering if she should go get a sweater. Since Trey refused to go any farther than the porch, Anne decided to wait until he came back. Maybe she could lure him inside on the pretext of fetching something to warm her up but even if she couldn’t it wouldn’t ruin her evening. Being with him was so wonderfully soothing she didn’t really care what they did as long as they did it together. She was well aware that this time with Trey was an interlude to be savored before she had to go home and face the rest of her life without Charlie. The nice thing about Trey was that even though she liked him enormously, when it was time for them to go their separate ways there would be no gaping hole where he had been.

“Unlike some people I refuse to mention,” she muttered, glancing towards where Trey had disappeared, wishing he’d hurry back. It was easier to keep thoughts of Charlie at bay when Trey was near.

Out past the feeble porch light a figure moved toward her in the dark. Anne narrowed her eyes, knowing instinctively it wasn’t Trey. The shadowy figure was leaner and much quicker.

Anne’s heart beat out of rhythm as the figure appeared at the foot of the steps, the weak yellow light from the kerosene lantern washing over perpetually messy brown hair, angular features, and a wide, thin lipped mouth.

“Charlie,” she breathed, joyful, reaching for him without thinking, forgetting for a split second he preferred that she refrained from touching him. But then she saw the harsh line of his unsmiling mouth and remembered.

She drew back but he was already up the stairs, still so fast on his feet she had trouble believing he was almost forty. His physical quickness, combined with his wide smile and the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks made him look much younger than he was. Laughing, charming Charlie, the life of the party, always ready with a joke and a refill of your drink…yet another one of his carefully constructed lies.

Anne whirled away, ruthlessly crushing her initial joy at seeing him, ashamed that she still hadn’t learned that he didn’t want her. Thinking only of getting away from him, she reached for the screen door.

“No,” he said, his hand flattening on the wooden edge of the door, snapping it back into place, his harsh tone so unfamiliar it brought her head around. “We have to stay out here.”

Anne drew back into the corner of the porch as he advanced on her, his movements suddenly and uncharacteristically slow and measured, one hand extending as if reaching for something that could go wrong without warning. She focused on his shadowed eyes, a little afraid of the man in front of her. Here was the Charlie she’d seen on only a handful of occasions, his substantial energy focused, his endlessly charming façade discarded for the ill-fitting lie it was.

“Charlie, I don’t—” she began, but her back hit the wall and she forgot what she was going to say. He had her penned in the corner. She half expected him to back off now that he had her where he obviously wanted her, but he didn’t. His breathing was uneven, his normally laughing eyes narrowed as he kept moving forward, planting his elbows on either side of her head, forearms, wrists and hands flattening out against the wall at her back.

“How is he?” Charlie asked, tilting his head a little to the side, his gaze fastened on her neck.

“Who?” she muttered, her gaze dropping to his mouth.

“I know about him,” His upper lip curled in what could have been a smile, but wasn’t. “I can see him on you.” He trailed the tip of his longest finger over the path Trey’s mouth had taken a few minutes ago, pausing at the hollow of her throat where he had pulled the skin against his teeth. “He marked you.”

Charlie was on her before she fully understood what was happening and her body mistakenly interpreted the unexpected, aggressive pressure of another body pressing against her own as a threat. She gasped and struggled. Charlie ignored her response, clasped her head in his hands and slanted his slightly open mouth over hers.

Heat rushed over her, like standing near a fire when it flares without warning. Anne’s initially confused struggle abruptly ended with a deep throated groan. She clutched at his back and spread her legs, allowing him to push between her thighs. His knees hit the wall behind her with an audible thud.

This was nothing like the floating bliss Trey inspired. This was blistering heat and coiled tension and driving need. This felt like him lashing out at her and she didn’t care. If this was the only way he would let her have him, then this was the way she would take him.

Description: It’s 1953 and Ann Reynolds can’t seem to get into the expansively perky spirit of the new decade. After the struggles and derivations of the past twenty years, she feels guilty she’s not as happy as everyone keeps telling her she should be. There’s something missing from her life and she thinks it might very well be her. After dropping her sons off at summer camp, Ann sets out on a journey to discover what’s left of her life when she removes her kids, their schedules and, maybe hardest of all, Charlie Atwood.

Charlie is Ann’s ex-husband’s ex-golf buddy. He likes to tell people Ann got him in the divorce settlement along with the dog and a stack of old Saturday Evening Posts. Ann isn’t sure why Charlie has stuck around to help since her husband left three years ago but she knows the time has come to relieve him of active duty. If Charlie was interested in a permanent place in her life he would have let her know by now, and Ann can no longer pretend that what they have between them is enough to sustain her.

When Charlie finds out about Ann’s plan to take a solo driving trip down the coast, he is relieved. After three years standing in for his old golf buddy, a break is exactly what he needs. And if the break becomes permanent, well, Charlie can’t say he didn’t see it coming. He isn’t husband material and it’s become increasingly obvious that Ann needs more from him than he can ever give her.

Then Charlie hears Ann’s added a passenger to her journey, Trey, a man no one has ever met before. As the gossip regarding the scandalous behavior exhibited between the normally oh-so proper Ann and her handsome stranger reaches him, Charlie feels honor bound to make sure the man isn’t out for just one thing. Ann deserves better, which is exactly why he’s kept his hands to himself all these years.

But if all Ann is looking for is a summer fling…well, hell, Charlie isn’t opposed to helping her out one last time. And he’s got no problem if her new friend wants to come along for the ride.

To My Readers:Charlie began as a modern idea, with minivans and soccer leagues in the background but then someone said, “Why not set it in the fifties?” Oh the difference a few decades make! Charlie became all that much naughtier, and Anne far more interesting for the choices she makes. Now if I could only remember who suggested the time change…

Summary: It's 1953 and Ann Reynolds can't seem to get into the expansively perky spirit of the new decade. After the struggles and derivations of the past twenty years, she feels guilty she's not as happy as everyone keeps telling her she should be. There's something missing from her life and she thinks it might very well be her. After dropping her sons off at summer camp, Ann sets out on a journey to discover what's left of her life when she removes her kids, their schedules and, maybe hardest of all, Charlie Atwood.

Charlie is Ann's ex-husband's ex-golf buddy. He likes to tell people Ann got him in the divorce settlement along with the dog and a stack of old Saturday Evening Posts. Ann isn't sure why Charlie has stuck around to help since her husband left three years ago but she knows the time has come to relieve him of active duty. If Charlie was interested in a permanent place in her life he would have let her know by now, and Ann can no longer pretend that what they have between them is enough to sustain her.

When Charlie finds out about Ann's plan to take a solo driving trip down the coast, he is relieved. After three years standing in for his old golf buddy, a break is exactly what he needs. And if the break becomes permanent, well, Charlie can't say he didn't see it coming. He isn't husband material and it's become increasingly obvious that Ann needs more from him than he can ever give her.

Then Charlie hears Ann's added a passenger to her journey, Trey, a man no one has ever met before. As the gossip regarding the scandalous behavior exhibited between the normally oh-so proper Ann and her handsome stranger reaches him, Charlie feels honor bound to make sure the man isn't out for just one thing. Ann deserves better, which is exactly why he's kept his hands to himself all these years.

But if all Ann is looking for is a summer fling…well, hell, Charlie isn't opposed to helping her out one last time. And he's got no problem if her new friend wants to come along for the ride.

Monica’s Review: Wow. I am still in head spinning awe after reading this book. And Charlie Makes Three by Jane Thompson is a deliciously naughty thrill ride. Jane Thompson has her own unique writing style and certainly begs to be noticed with each and every punctuation mark. The plot of this story is relatively straight forward and easy to grasp. The characters are in depth enough for this 73 page book, but not so indepth that you feel as if you are being force fed information about each character. I absolutely fell in love with Trey, and I know you will too, especially after you read the last few pages, I certainly can not wait to dig up more books by this author, even more so now that I have met this delicious bad boy.

There is a nice menage scene, even though I felt a little bit disappointed, I am a firm believer in “in for a penny, in for a pound”. Although I wanted the scene to play out a bit differently, it is still beautifully written and steamy none the less. I've added this author to my favorites list because Jane Thompson wowed me with this book.